Skippy2 pt1

It had been months since that fateful day Lucy was captured by the infamous vagabond Jesse J. Adler. Now settled in at the CrabHouse, it was only a few months before she had to say goodbye to her first friend, Blondie. Another two years went by before she was finally told she was to be moved to the Buckcherry located smack dab in the middle of Jesse's hideout. A place where the girls were exclusive to him and his gang and the main attraction of the party town as well as the alcohol that flooded the streets of drunken men almost every night. But soon... very soon was the Day of the Dead, a tradition had sprung up on this day for Jesse's huge gang a tradition where wanted posters were collected and ranks were established, but first came the party.

Unlike any other party, the Day of the Dead party was the craziest of them all; the dirt streets were swarming with drunken gang members, each of them stumbling all over each other, dancing, yelling screaming, passing out, smashing bottles, holding drinking contests, fighting, chasing women around... but the sea always parted as their Boss, Jesse J. Adler emerged on the town usually followed by his girls... his best girls.
Girls that will make your jaw drop as well as your pants, girls that made men drop to the floor to worship their toes as they were unworthy to gaze upon their perfected faces, girls so gorgeous it was if they'd fallen from heaven... his Fallen Angels. They'd usually follow Jesse to the battered up church at the very end of the street, one of the only times he even entered a church of any kind, in one of the back rooms where all the posters were collected... they made every single one of the men outside jealous of Jesse because everyone knew what sinful things they did in that room in that church.


Skippy had heard only stories of the crazy night as the CrabHouse was secluded and the bars on the windows kept a lot of the outside world out. The sun's rays awoke Lucy as she slept in her bed... the morning she was finally getting out of this place.

A huge grin appeared on her face, and she instantly got out of bed. Being her normal, go happy self, she skipped up to the kitchen, humming the song she had when she was hanging out with Charlie so many months ago. And just like she had before, she started singing, though this time in Spanish:

"Dia de los muertos nuenca la casmio
oh-oh-ohh
Y el gringo se asusto
Dia de Los Muertos, the cago ese chico
oh-oh-ohh Aqui en Mejico!"

But this time, she ran into Jesse. She sighed, she always ran into him. "I'm sorry mister J." She didn't look at him, and walked right passed him.

"Eh-" he uttered as he pushed her aside and continued walking as if nothing had happened. He disappeared into the house just as some of his men were coming in the front door. Most she'd seen here and there, but never knew who they were or what they did exactly.

The first in the door was an Irish man with a big broad chest, short messy brown hair, patchy beard and mustache; he walked in like he owned the place. This was Juda.
Next in the door was Charlie, she hadn't seen Charlie for a few years, at least since Blondie had been moved up. But he looked just the same.

Next in the door walked Swing, usual shirtless sweaty chunk of eye candy all the girls swooned over. He hadn't been seen in a while either; he'd been working with the hundreds of horses they kept up at the hideout so he hadn't the time to be hanging around here.

After Swing came a tall beautiful Indian girl with long flowing brown hair. She had a rifle attached to her back, shiny engraved colts at her sides. This must have been "The hole punch" as Lucy may have heard of... simply because she's one of the only females in Jesse's gang and she doesn't miss.

After Swing walked in the only other female in the gang, this girl looked almost too pretty to be handling guns and riding around with boys, even if she did give off a tomboy vibe. She seemed hip and crazy as she moved in the room, remembering when she'd been here. Jesse and everyone else called her Killa, she worked part time as one of Jesse's angels, but her shot was too good not to use so she also ran with Juda and his gang.

Finally in came Tattoo. Another shirtless man covered in firearms, and tattoos. He too seemed like a fun kind of guy as he strutted in the brothel like he was ready to party.
Obviously these guys were trusted to bring in firearms... simply because you'd have to be stupid to try and take them and all the girls knew this.

They all stood around waiting, horses at the ready to leave before the day got too hot.
"These girls ready yet?!" Juda shouted into the house as he caught a glimpse of Skippy obviously NOT ready. She could hear Jesse in the house utter something, seconds later all the other girls going ran through the house past Skippy almost knocking her over, and into the front room ready to go in their best looking dresses with the few things they owned.

Jesse appeared behind Skippy, she turned to look up to him glaring at her as if to ask 'Why the hell aren't you ready??'

She shrugged at him, and quickly ran back the way she came, giggling to herself all the while. Once she was back in her room, she hurriedly grabbed the dress Jilli made her, and threw it on, along with the hand made under garments. She quickly threw her hair up in a ponytail, and ran back up the stairs in her high heels. She slowed when she rounded the corner the men were still waiting at, walking around it like she just walked all the way here.

Jesse left the house first hastily followed by everyone else, Juda stayed back to herd the girls out. He gave Lucy the final push out the door, letting her out of the house for the first time in three years. The door slammed behind them as her eyes adjusted to the already bright light.

"Shoulda left earlier mate," Juda said behind Skippy as Jesse rode up from behind the herd of horses on Brujo, a big ferocious blood bay that glared right at Lucy as if giving her a death threat just for looking at him. His horse seemed restless but Jesse seemed calm and relaxed hunched over the saddle with a cigarette in his mouth. "Gonna be hotter than hell in a bit..."

Jesse shrugged, "You know I like it hot," he said as he flicked his cigarette to the dirt.

Juda shook his head and walked up to his own horse. Him and Jesse rode up to the front while Swing came around on a gorgeous black and white paint, behind him was a stagecoach driven by Charlie, that pulled up to the girls. The door opened and Killa poked her head out, "Alright little ladies get on in here," she said jumping out, spurs chinking as her boots hit the ground.

Lucy was the first one in and sat right next to the window. She stared impatiently as all the other girls came in, the door closing once they were all in. She lurched forward slightly with the stagecoach, but quickly recovered. Looking at the faces around her talking, she crossed her legs, and looked out at the passing scenery.

The other girls piled in all a giggle, fanning their necks and gossiping about the Hideout. Rumors said it was a glorious place built by Jesse himself. Then they began whispering about Juda, "I hear he just got outta prison," one of them giggled.
"I heard he's been in there for 6 years," whispered the one next to Lucy.

"Well Hank said he's not been seen around the brothels for three years..."

"No I heard he's been out in Colorado..."

"How could he be in Colorado and Prison at the same time," one of the girls snapped.

"I don't know but I know who I'm going to be hanging around tomorrow night," the first girl smirked.

"Oh you're such a tease..." they all started annoyingly giggling.

Outside Skippy's window Killa walked on atop her Appy steed called Boyfriend. She listened to the girls inside the stagecoach rolling her eyes as they gossiped about Judas, the man she rode with and knew more than they ever could.

Rolling her eyes at the nonsense chatter; she rested her arm on the window ledge, her head fitting in her hand.

Killa stretched her arms, arching her back like a cat. "You know..." she turned to the giggling girls, "Juda likes his girls rough around the edges" she said in a seductive tone that made the girls hush as if they had no place to speak in front of this angel of Jesse's. "Now you girls will hold your damn tongues and quit that gossiping before I have to come in there." Killa gave each one of then a stern glare.

Lucy exploded, "Final-fucking-ly they shut up!!!" She looked at her savior. "Thank you for that, they were going to talk about him all the way there." she sighed.

Killa didn't respond, instead she turned her head back to where the Indian girl Smash was catching up to walk with her. The two of them walked up a little faster so they could still hear the girls but hold their own conversation without being bothered.

All the girls in the wagon shot Lucy a nasty confused offended look.

"Goodness what's your problem Skippy?" hissed one of the girls as she held a hand to her chest as if appalled she'd been told to shut up.

Lucy rolled her eyes at her, "Someone finally told you to shut up. Ever since you heard a whisper that Judas may come with us, that's all you people seem to know how to talk about. That and I hate being surrounded by people, which is what is happening now." She gave her a mater-of-fact look then looked back out the window.

The girls looked at one another and all seemed to agree to ignore Lucy as they continued gossiping more about the hideout. Outside the day was indeed getting hot as the locusts started buzzing; the view was nothing much just a few dry brushes, jackrabbit or an armadillo scampering off here and there. There was a man in a poncho standing on the side of the road with a stubborn looking donkey waiting for them all to pass.

"So when exactly are we going to be getting there?" asked a quieter girl across from Lucy.

"Not till tonight," came her answer. "Too goddamn hot to make it there in good timing," said Swing from outside the window upon his gorgeous paint mare.

Some of the girls rolled their eyes and slouched over letting out a moan or sigh of boredom.

Lucy chuckled at this and rested her head back in her hand, hoping to get a nap in before they reached their destination.